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Although, I'm starting to think everywhere is epidemic central at this point. Who was it that said that when the Apocalypse comes it will come with a whimper not a boom? I'm thinking TS Eliot but in far more poetic prose. (I did not like Eliot much as a person, but I do adore his poems.)
My mother has decided this feels a bit like a psychological horror tale or thriller.
The threat is unseen. Invisible. Reminds me a bit too much of the horror film Contagion - which I think I watched in the movie theater in the 1990s? Can't remember.
Anyhow, I ventured outside for about five minutes. I tried the scarf tactic, not sure it is going to work - it's hard to breath with a scarf over one's mouth and nose. My parents retirement center have provided them with protective headgear - it's a mask that can be used over the face and nose, over the head, or as a head band - basically similar to the scarf that I have. None of us can sew - except my sister-in-law. I wonder if she's sewing masks? No one else was wearing masks, except for one older guy. And I couldn't go very far because there was an entire family of four, blocking my path out of the building. Then the mother started to move up to the building. None were really practicing social distancing (why would they, they are related). And a man bringing home a package. So I retreated back indoors - and read the notice that they are moving ahead with the elevator replacement. (Thank god.)
It's not like it was a pretty day or anything. Gloomy. Not raining. Not doing much of anything. Just a blah sort of day with drab gray sky.
Planes are still flying - saw one out my window. It was low enough that I could tell it was a plane, but high enough that I could not hear it. I just wanted the fresh air. Did open my bedroom window, I don't dare open the living room - the pollen out there is monstrous. The window in the bedroom may not be all that much better - but there's no trees or plants on that side, just concrete.
Called my mother in Hilton Head, South Carolina. ( Read more... )
To deal with my own stress - because working for a major state agency, remotely, during a pandemic is kind of its own special kind of hell on wheels - I hold solo dance party breaks. ( crazy workplace ) (It is however good to be busy and for the most part, I like my job and like being useful and helping others in some small way.)
Anyhow to deal with all the stress and anxiety? I went back to my "Solo" dance party breaks. (I basically look like Zoey in Zoey's Extraordinary Playlist - dancing to music in my head or in my case earphones.)
Today's selections were:
Month of May by Arcade Fire
Wild Thing by Joan Jett and the Runaways
God Save the People by Steven Schwartz and from Godspell
I listen to music all day long as I work. It's a habit that I started in Junior High and have carried throughout my working and educational life. I focus better with music playing the background. I find it calming. It also distracts the part of my brain that isn't busy working.
The other thing I've been doing is morning meditation. That helps a lot. Don't watch news in the morning really any longer. Just read the NY Times Briefing. And check the John Hopkins Corona Virus Calculator. Which is a compulsive habit that I cannot seem to break. I don't know - I think numbers and figures and concrete facts give me a sense of control?
This virus is weird.( Read more... )
I miss people. I miss going to the grocery store, doing laundry, and taking my recycables downstairs without fear. I miss my commute every morning. I miss being able to go to my church. (Not that I was going that often but still.)
They were asking on the news what is the first thing you'll do when this is over?
And things go back to normal?
People were talking about what restaurant or bar they'd go to. I never go to bars or restaurants or rarely. Although ironically - I did go on March 7 with Wales to celebrate my birthday. Birthday was March 9. Just before the entire world began to shut down completely. One guy said he'd go to see a movie in a movie theater. And they wondered if we'll ever do that again?
I don't know what I'd do. Maybe take a walk to the Flatbush Coop and the Farmer's Market? OR go to my church? Do laundry in the basement? Send my laundry out to be done?OR just go back to my small office - with all my files, and crazy co-workers and cubical mates?
My mother has decided this feels a bit like a psychological horror tale or thriller.
The threat is unseen. Invisible. Reminds me a bit too much of the horror film Contagion - which I think I watched in the movie theater in the 1990s? Can't remember.
Anyhow, I ventured outside for about five minutes. I tried the scarf tactic, not sure it is going to work - it's hard to breath with a scarf over one's mouth and nose. My parents retirement center have provided them with protective headgear - it's a mask that can be used over the face and nose, over the head, or as a head band - basically similar to the scarf that I have. None of us can sew - except my sister-in-law. I wonder if she's sewing masks? No one else was wearing masks, except for one older guy. And I couldn't go very far because there was an entire family of four, blocking my path out of the building. Then the mother started to move up to the building. None were really practicing social distancing (why would they, they are related). And a man bringing home a package. So I retreated back indoors - and read the notice that they are moving ahead with the elevator replacement. (Thank god.)
It's not like it was a pretty day or anything. Gloomy. Not raining. Not doing much of anything. Just a blah sort of day with drab gray sky.
Planes are still flying - saw one out my window. It was low enough that I could tell it was a plane, but high enough that I could not hear it. I just wanted the fresh air. Did open my bedroom window, I don't dare open the living room - the pollen out there is monstrous. The window in the bedroom may not be all that much better - but there's no trees or plants on that side, just concrete.
Called my mother in Hilton Head, South Carolina. ( Read more... )
To deal with my own stress - because working for a major state agency, remotely, during a pandemic is kind of its own special kind of hell on wheels - I hold solo dance party breaks. ( crazy workplace ) (It is however good to be busy and for the most part, I like my job and like being useful and helping others in some small way.)
Anyhow to deal with all the stress and anxiety? I went back to my "Solo" dance party breaks. (I basically look like Zoey in Zoey's Extraordinary Playlist - dancing to music in my head or in my case earphones.)
Today's selections were:
Month of May by Arcade Fire
Wild Thing by Joan Jett and the Runaways
God Save the People by Steven Schwartz and from Godspell
I listen to music all day long as I work. It's a habit that I started in Junior High and have carried throughout my working and educational life. I focus better with music playing the background. I find it calming. It also distracts the part of my brain that isn't busy working.
The other thing I've been doing is morning meditation. That helps a lot. Don't watch news in the morning really any longer. Just read the NY Times Briefing. And check the John Hopkins Corona Virus Calculator. Which is a compulsive habit that I cannot seem to break. I don't know - I think numbers and figures and concrete facts give me a sense of control?
This virus is weird.( Read more... )
I miss people. I miss going to the grocery store, doing laundry, and taking my recycables downstairs without fear. I miss my commute every morning. I miss being able to go to my church. (Not that I was going that often but still.)
They were asking on the news what is the first thing you'll do when this is over?
And things go back to normal?
People were talking about what restaurant or bar they'd go to. I never go to bars or restaurants or rarely. Although ironically - I did go on March 7 with Wales to celebrate my birthday. Birthday was March 9. Just before the entire world began to shut down completely. One guy said he'd go to see a movie in a movie theater. And they wondered if we'll ever do that again?
I don't know what I'd do. Maybe take a walk to the Flatbush Coop and the Farmer's Market? OR go to my church? Do laundry in the basement? Send my laundry out to be done?OR just go back to my small office - with all my files, and crazy co-workers and cubical mates?